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this re-do is so dumb and so exploitative in its violence that , ironically , it becomes everything that the rather clumsy original was railing against .

but it 's too long and too convoluted and it ends in a muddle .

it 's just disappointingly superficial -- a movie that has all the elements necessary to be a fascinating , involving character study , but never does more than scratch the surface .

the director knows how to apply textural gloss , but his portrait of sex-as-war is strictly sitcom .

suffocated by its fussy script and uptight characters , this musty adaptation is all the more annoying since it 's been packaged and sold back to us by hollywood .

even horror fans will most likely not find what they 're seeking with trouble every day ; the movie lacks both thrills and humor .

( a ) shapeless blob of desperate entertainment .

a by-the-numbers effort that wo n't do much to enhance the franchise .

to call the other side of heaven `` appalling '' would be to underestimate just how dangerous entertainments like it can be .

the title not only describes its main characters , but the lazy people behind the camera as well .

a string of rehashed sight gags based in insipid vulgarity .

characters still need to function according to some set of believable and comprehensible impulses , no matter how many drugs they do or how much artistic license avary employs .

schaeffer has to find some hook on which to hang his persistently useless movies , and it might as well be the resuscitation of the middle-aged character .

`` the time machine '' is a movie that has no interest in itself .

this nickleby thing might have more homosexual undertones than an eddie murphy film .

not only unfunny , but downright repellent .

one of those pictures whose promising , if rather precious , premise is undercut by amateurish execution .

partway through watching this saccharine , easter-egg-colored concoction , you realize that it is made up of three episodes of a rejected tv show .

not exactly the bees knees

burns never really harnesses to full effect the energetic cast .

too slow , too long and too little happens .

another in-your-face wallow in the lower depths made by people who have never sung those blues .

looks and feels like a project better suited for the small screen .

determined to be fun , and bouncy , with energetic musicals , the humor did n't quite engage this adult .

it feels like an after-school special gussied up with some fancy special effects , and watching its rote plot points connect is about as exciting as gazing at an egg timer for 93 minutes .

trite , banal , cliched , mostly inoffensive .

or doing last year 's taxes with your ex-wife .

shaky close-ups of turkey-on-rolls , stubbly chins , liver spots , red noses and the filmmakers new bobbed do draw easy chuckles but lead nowhere .

this riveting world war ii moral suspense story deals with the shadow side of american culture : racial prejudice in its ugly and diverse forms .

the talented and clever robert rodriguez perhaps put a little too much heart into his first film and did n't reserve enough for his second .

serving sara does n't serve up a whole lot of laughs .

it 's of the quality of a lesser harrison ford movie - six days , seven nights , maybe , or that dreadful sabrina remake .

it 's like watching a nightmare made flesh .

at the very least , if you do n't know anything about derrida when you walk into the theater , you wo n't know much more when you leave .

it 's somewhat clumsy and too lethargically paced -- but its story about a mysterious creature with psychic abilities offers a solid build-up , a terrific climax , and some nice chills along the way .

his last movie was poetically romantic and full of indelible images , but his latest has nothing going for it .

the story and the friendship proceeds in such a way that you 're watching a soap opera rather than a chronicle of the ups and downs that accompany lifelong friendships .

this movie is maddening .

the cold turkey would 've been a far better title .

too much of it feels unfocused and underdeveloped .

it 's too self-important and plodding to be funny , and too clipped and abbreviated to be an epic .

plays like a volatile and overlong w magazine fashion spread .

directed in a paint-by-numbers manner .

on the whole , the movie lacks wit , feeling and believability to compensate for its incessant coarseness and banality .

if the first men in black was money , the second is small change .

it can not be enjoyed , even on the level that one enjoys a bad slasher flick , primarily because it is dull .

it does nothing new with the old story , except to show fisticuffs in this sort of stop-go slow motion that makes the gang rumbles look like they 're being streamed over a 28k modem .

the film 's hackneyed message is not helped by the thin characterizations , nonexistent plot and pretentious visual style .

a wildly inconsistent emotional experience .

the reality of the new live-action pinocchio he directed , cowrote and starred in borders on the grotesque .

it 's a grab bag of genres that do n't add up to a whole lot of sense .

detox is ultimately a pointless endeavor .

something like scrubbing the toilet .

i 'll bet the video game is a lot more fun than the film .

the film makes a fatal mistake : it asks us to care about a young man whose only apparent virtue is that he is not quite as unpleasant as some of the people in his life .

the film 's tone and pacing are off almost from the get-go .

there is very little dread or apprehension , and though i like the creepy ideas , they are not executed with anything more than perfunctory skill .

this movie seems to have been written using mad-libs .

you really have to wonder how on earth anyone , anywhere could have thought they 'd make audiences guffaw with a script as utterly diabolical as this .

makes for a pretty unpleasant viewing experience .

villeneuve spends too much time wallowing in bibi 's generic angst ( there are a lot of shots of her gazing out windows ) .

it offers little beyond the momentary joys of pretty and weightless intellectual entertainment .

irwin is a man with enough charisma and audacity to carry a dozen films , but this particular result is ultimately held back from being something greater .

with the exception of some fleetingly amusing improvisations by cedric the entertainer as perry 's boss , there is n't a redeeming moment here .

... plot holes so large and obvious a marching band might as well be stomping through them in clown clothes , playing a college football fight song on untuned instruments .

the script is n't very good ; not even someone as gifted as hoffman ( the actor ) can make it work .

this is a train wreck of an action film -- a stupefying attempt by the filmmakers to force-feed james bond into the mindless xxx mold and throw 40 years of cinematic history down the toilet in favor of bright flashes and loud bangs .

green might want to hang onto that ski mask , as robbery may be the only way to pay for his next project .

its well of thorn and vinegar ( and simple humanity ) has long been plundered by similar works featuring the insight and punch this picture so conspicuously lacks .

sit through this one , and you wo n't need a magic watch to stop time ; your dvd player will do it for you .

american chai encourages rueful laughter at stereotypes only an indian-american would recognize .

while ( hill ) has learned new tricks , the tricks alone are not enough to salvage this lifeless boxing film .

comes off like a rejected abc afterschool special , freshened up by the dunce of a screenwriting 101 class .

it 's hard to like a film about a guy who is utterly unlikeable , and shiner , starring michael caine as an aging british boxing promoter desperate for a taste of fame and fortune , is certainly that .

what is 100 % missing here is a script of even the most elemental literacy , an inkling of genuine wit , and anything resembling acting .

one of the more irritating cartoons you will see this , or any , year .

why make a documentary about these marginal historical figures ?

chabrol has taken promising material for a black comedy and turned it instead into a somber chamber drama .

it 's a buggy drag .

a synthesis of cliches and absurdities that seems positively decadent in its cinematic flash and emptiness .

the experience of going to a film festival is a rewarding one ; the experiencing of sampling one through this movie is not .

not an objectionable or dull film ; it merely lacks everything except good intentions .

feels too formulaic and too familiar to produce the transgressive thrills of early underground work .

the movie is what happens when you blow up small potatoes to 10 times their natural size , and it ai n't pretty .

if there 's one thing this world needs less of , it 's movies about college that are written and directed by people who could n't pass an entrance exam .

you wo n't like roger , but you will quickly recognize him .

a by-the-numbers patient/doctor pic that covers all the usual ground

for all its technical virtuosity , the film is so mired in juvenile and near-xenophobic pedagogy that it 's enough to make one pine for the day when godard can no longer handle the rigors of filmmaking .

they should have called it gutterball .

corpus collosum -- while undeniably interesting -- wore out its welcome well before the end credits rolled about 45 minutes in .

an unwise amalgam of broadcast news and vibes .

like watching a dress rehearsal the week before the show goes up : everything 's in place but something 's just a little off-kilter .

ultimately feels empty and unsatisfying , like swallowing a communion wafer without the wine .

very bad .

for close to two hours the audience is forced to endure three terminally depressed , mostly inarticulate , hyper dysfunctional families for the price of one .

there 's not enough here to justify the almost two hours .

or emptying rat traps .

it has its moments of swaggering camaraderie , but more often just feels generic , derivative and done to death .

the notion that bombing buildings is the funniest thing in the world goes entirely unexamined in this startlingly unfunny comedy .

a nightmare date with a half-formed wit done a great disservice by a lack of critical distance and a sad trust in liberal arts college bumper sticker platitudes .